Silas was born sometime around the 31st of May, 2011. In early July I went home to visit my parents in rural Alabama. While I was there, someone abandoned a puppy in their yard.
It was an oddity. Not the abandonment, sadly, but the dog. Nobody in that area abandons single male puppies. It’s an area where most of the dogs roam free and eat cheap, so usually little boys are kept. We still don’t know what the story is. Was he the only one who survived? A rejected “defective” puppy?
He was five weeks old, and we thought he might be deaf. I still wonder if that isn’t why he got kicked out–the assumption that surely an all-white puppy couldn’t hear, and thus wouldn’t be a good hunting dog. (Silas is a pretty classic, if such a thing exists, “feist” type dog, a small terrier-ish hunting dog used in much of the South for squirrel hunting.)
I didn’t know anything about dogs, but I knew that there were no resources locally for saving a puppy. So I took him home. Adventures ensued.